"I've been telling Jack that I must get away--go and earn my own living somewhere.

He won't hear of it." "I can understand that," said Fletcher Hill.

"I wouldn't--in his place." She kept her eyes steadfastly raised to his.

"Do you know what Jack wants me to do ?" she said.
"Yes." Hill spoke briefly, almost sternly.

"He wants you to marry me." She nodded again.